My Sweetheart

No matter how Mathew next to him stopped or even prayed, the strength of the man's hand was still great.

If they couldn’t stop him... Maryam will be strangled to death by him.

"Joseph...Maryam really will be killed by you, you let her go. I already lose a granddaughter. This is my only granddaughter... calm down!"

He didn't even know if the man who had fallen into madness didn't listen to him or didn't hear him at all.

"Buddy." Lincoln couldn't help but walked over, put his hand on Joseph's shoulder, and whispered softly, "Kathy is still in operation, you can’t kill her here."

Hearing that, Joseph's hand was released.

Maryam was almost out of breath. Finally the force on her neck disappeared, and she fell to the ground immediately, clutching her neck and coughing violently.

Joseph let go of his hand blankly, turned back to the place where he was waiting, and continued to wait.

Mathew frowned and his expression was terrible.

Maryam coughed, cried and explained, "Brother Joseph, I really didn't push her...how could I push her..."

She would not do this, of course she would not.

Kathy was still the rightful hostess of the Joseph family. How could she have the guts to push her downstairs, and still in front of Joseph. Was she looking for dead?

Mathew recalled the situation at the time. They really only saw Kathy rolling down from above, but didn't see how she rolled down.

Taking into account the mood of his grandson, his tone slowed down, "Joseph, let's check this out. Whether it was done by Maryam or Kathy fell down herself, there is no conclusion yet."

people can't predict. They will hurt themselves to blame others, and Kathy may do

looked at them, just said indifferently, "You had better pray that there is nothing wrong with her, otherwise I can't guarantee that

changed. Joseph said "you", which meant

the woman who was still in the operating room,

her, the Joseph family won't be peaceful

appearance. He stood here, without other thoughts except waiting for the

and no one else could get

the first

than two hours, the red light in

red and he looked at the

of the

seen too much life and death couldn’t bear to see the appearance of the

very gloomy. Her mood fluctuates greatly, and the nursing care

it was not the doctor’s reason that the child couldn’t be kept. The man in front of him was the dean and the chief professor of City N Hospital. If he loses temper

He must explain clearly.

his lips moved. After a long

who had just undergone the operation, and he immediately said, “The patient’s condition is not serious. There was a slight concussion in the brain, and there were several collisions on the body. The abortion is too

That child was dead.

It was dead.

forward to it for so long, he hoped to have

would be fine if he noticed it earlier...

dark eyes looked at the woman lying quietly on the bed without blinking. Her face was bloodless, even

down. Many times he had to reach out and feel